(Chain Haiku)
The bright misty moon
Tipsy in beloved's love
On brink of blue funk
After full glory
The swooning moonlit recedes
Waning in its gloom
Hiding its black spots
Limping loses lusty sheen
In its fifteen slots
The doting earth learns
Of her lover's deep remorse
Towards him, she turns
Cherubic lover
When in crescent moon appears
The earth wipes its tears
Moonlit burgeons
With her glance, he smiles and glows
Sorrow mops and mows
Love knows no distance
It has enormous wavelength
Know its tensile strength
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